Is it metal?

I knew I was at a metal show because of all the guys who looked like they just crawled out of their basements for the first time in 30 years. Matted hair, longer than their mothers', and faded, torn metal band t-shirts worn well enough you could tell they weren't from any vintage shop. The b.o. from never having to clean up for a girlfriend was foul and everywhere. It was easily made up for by the lack of pretentiousness - no guys with designer hair, manicures or emo fashion sense. The few girls who were there clung to the walls avoiding the mosh pit to come, or on rare occasions looked like they had just come from a biker bar and would break a bottle over your head just to see what you'd look like in red. And the bartender looked happy enough to give it to her just to instigate some fun and violence, and hopefully kill his boredom.